![]() With a newly acquired rebreather, I would now be able to reach what I needed and hopefully avoid whatever had been making those spine-tingling roars. A Seatruck would get me to the radar station, but I still needed one more piece of the blueprint from that deep ravine below my feet. This was the day we would make a break for it as the editable fish seemed to be getting wise and had started avoided my refuge. While in this relative safety I’d still been aware of a shadow moving just out of sight in the distant gloom. That had been a week ago and since then I had managed to use it to craft some basic survival tools and then knock together a working base of operations. With chunks of hail the size of footballs seeing me off I had made my way to the Life Pod and to my relief the fabricator was still functioning. After narrowly avoiding frostbite the bracing ocean had been the lesser of two evils. Surviving an orbital descent gone wrong had seemingly just been the start of my troubles.
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